Thursday, November 13, 2014

NEW HORIZONS – A Love Story

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NEW HORIZONS
A Love Story
By
VIKRAM KARVE

From my Creative Writing Archives:

Here is one of my early pieces of amateurish writing  a love story I wrote long ago, in the 1990’s  abridged, edited and updated – for your perusal.

Do tell me what you think of this rather Mushy Romance” ...


NEW HORIZONS – A Love Story by Vikram Karve


Part 1 – DEPARTURE

As he wished her Good Night, and said good bye, Arun Rao was already regretting that he had put the matter so lightly.

He was forty-three, on the threshold of middle age, and terribly weary of his lingering bachelorhood. 

Sadhana could be his last chance.  

As the boat pulled ashore, Sadhana looked at the imposing figure of Arun Rao standing on the deck of the huge ship recede into the darkness.

She waved a good-bye, feeling in her heart the very same sentiment, the same churning of emotions, which Arun was experiencing at that very moment.

For Sadhana, it had been a long time since she had been attracted towards a man. 

And she had sensed tender warmth in Arun’s behaviour towards her.

She had been very curious to see his ship – a massive oil tanker – and how he lived. 

Arun had even taken her to his cabin – a privileged excursion into an exclusively masculine word. 

It was impressive. 

Nothing can be as neatly arranged as a sailor’s cabin.

But Sadhana was depressed by its neatness and organization. 

This was the home of a self-sufficient man. 

He hardly needed a wife.

Her son, Sunil, was talking animatedly to a sailor who was pointing out the various lights on the ships at anchorage. 

Sunil had been full of excitement and had thoroughly enjoyed the visit to Arun’s ship. 

Sunil was ten years old and needed a father figure – a real man. 

Her son Sunil seemed to have liked Arun, and they had got along well, with Arun patiently answering Sunil’s numerous questions.

She wondered why Arun had treated them so lavishly and given them such expensive presents – especially that marvelous exclusive perfume he had insisted she try on there and then.

Sadhana was sure Arun had fallen in love with her.

She sensed that he wanted to marry her.

But why had he hesitated? 

Was it because of her son, Sunil? 


Part 2 – COMMISERATION    

On the ship, Captain Arun Rao lay down on his bunk and closed his eyes in self-commiseration. 

It was only too easy to remain a bachelor in the Merchant Navy and, after the early susceptible years, it became easier still. 

The insularity of ship-borne life suited a bachelor. 

But now, after meeting Sadhana and Sunil, Arun did feel keenly the lack of a family.

He knew he should have asked her, but he had remained tongue-tied – afraid of rejection – waiting for Sadhana to make the first move. 

But how could she? 

After all she was a woman. 

And there was Sunil, her son. 

Maybe Sadhana had doubts whether her son Sunil would accept Arun as a father?

Arun wished he had asked Sadhana directly and frankly. 

It was the fear of rebuff, and maybe his ego, that had come in the way. 

He had to move fast. 

He had to act now, before it was too late.

Tomorrow was his last day in harbour. 

And then he would sail away, far away from Sadhana’s life, for a long time, maybe forever. 

Arun took out his cell-phone and he dialed his sister’s number.

In fact it was in his sister’s house that he had met Sadhana for the first time, just two days ago.

As the boat approached the wharf, Sadhana turned around, and looked at ship’s lights dotting the sea, trying to locate and discern Arun’s ship. 

In the enveloping darkness, it was impossible to make out his ship.

She felt the same sensation one feels at the end of a happy dream, when one is jolted to reality. 

It was over.

Tomorrow Arun would sail away from her life, forever. 

And she would be back in her routine as a teacher and single mother.

She was so lost in her thoughts, that it was only when she felt Sunil tugging at her hand that she noticed that the ferry boat was already berthed alongside.

They disembarked on the jetty.

“I wish we could sail with Uncle Arun,” Sunil said. “He is so nice.”

“We can’t sail on his ship,” Sadhana said, “It is not allowed. And what about your school? Merchant Navy ships sail for days together, across the seas, round the world.”

“We can go during the summer holidays,” Sunil interjected, “Uncle said that families are allowed on board for short periods.”
         
“But we are not his family,” Sadhana said.

“Then why don’t you marry him?” Sunil blurted out.

The directness of her son’s question rendered Sadhana dumbstruck. 

She looked at her son incredulously. 

Even he had understood, and accepted.

Now, she would have to act fast  for her sake, for her son’s sake.

She had to talk to Arun quickly. 

Time was running out. 

Sadhana was tempted to ring him up there and then on his mobile.

But she restrained herself – this had to be done delicately.


Part 3 – RENDEZVOUS

Sadhana hailed a taxi and asked the driver to take her to the house of Priti, Arun’s sister, where Sadhana had first met Arun. 

She had met Arun at Priti’s son’s birthday party. 

Sadhana generally never attended any parties after she had been so cruelly widowed. 

But Priti’s son was a classmate of Sunil’s. 

And her ex-pupil too. 

And Priti’s husband Praveen had been a colleague of her late husband. 

They had insisted that she come for the birthday party. 

And she just could not refuse.

It was during the party, as Sadhana drifted towards the balcony for some fresh air, that had noticed Arun, standing in the balcony, all alone by himself, lost in his thoughts, in a corner. 

He wore a lonely and rather perplexed expression, as though he were at the party but not a member of it. 

His height and his beard, which was almost entirely gray, made him prominent. He looked a decisive, hot-tempered and dangerous man, with his broad square face, heavy-lidded eyes, and majestic beard. 

But he also looked vulnerable.

“That’s my elder brother,” Priti said following Sadhana’s gaze, “Come, I will introduce you to him.”

They were introduced. 

Probably Priti had told Arun about Sadhana for he didn’t ask the inevitable questions about her late husband. 

Nor did he express the superficial pity and lip sympathy – those empty platitudes she had become so used to.

Arun simply said, “At least you have got your son to keep you company. But I am all alone.”

“I am sorry,” Sadhana said, I didn’t know you were also…”

“No, No,” interrupted Arun, “I am just a bachelor. One of those who looks before he leaps – and never leaps.” 

He smiled, and said, “And now it is too late to get married. It looks like I will be a confirmed lifelong bachelor. I have learnt to live with myself and how to live a life without a wife.”

They talked.

Sadhana found that Arun was easy to talk to.

And soon she began experiencing a sense of release, and a rare feeling of elation.

In these moods there was so such to say, and the words simply came tumbling out.

She told him everything. 

About her husband, his sudden unexpected death, about Sunil, her son, and how she was struggling along the lonely road of life.

She noticed that Arun didn’t express the usual response of pity, sympathy, or patronizing attitude. 

He listened with his disarming smile, and from time to time egged her on. She unburdened herself. 

Arun also felt good. 

He realized that it was comforting to converse with someone who needed comforting.

They would have gone on and on, but her son Sunil interrupted them, “Mummy, aren’t you going to eat something?”

Young Sunil was fascinated when he knew that Arun was a Merchant Navy Captain – Master of a Ship. 

Arun had invited them on board to see the ship the next day.

Though, at first, Sadhana was reluctant, she could not refuse, seeing Sunil’s enthusiasm. 

Besides it was a Sunday.

She accepted Arun’s invitation. 

For her son’s sake. 

Maybe for her sake too?

“We’d love to come,” Sadhana said, “It would be nice to do something different on a Sunday for a change.”

She flattered Arun by looking steadily at him without letting her eyes stray. 

Sadhana wore a simple off-white sari with a brooch pinned on her right shoulder. 

Her forehead was too broad, her nose too long, for her to be called a beauty, but when he looked at her, Arun Rao experienced that delightful giddy feeling of achievement, that same lift of the spirit, as one feels when one conquers a high mountain peak, and first sees the breathtaking view of the expanse below him.


Part 4  NEW HORIZONS

As the taxi reached Priti’s house, Sadhana began having second thoughts.

There is a time to make thing happen.

And there is a time to let things happen.

Sadhana decided to let things happen, take their natural course, relying on her instinct.
         
Priti gave Sadhana a canny look when she opened the door. 

“Come in,” Priti said, “I am so happy for both of you.”

“What…?” Sadhana said confused.

“Arun just called …” Priti said teasingly.

Sadhana blushed, and said, “Priti, I want to meet him before he sails off. I don’t want to lose him.”

Don’t get impatient,” Priti said putting her arm around Sadhana affectionately, “Arun’s ship is sailing tomorrow evening. But he is on his way right now in the ship’s boat. He felt too shy to speak to you so he is getting a letter for me to deliver personally to you.”

“Letter? He’s proposing through a letter? What an old fashioned chap?” Praveen (Priti’s husband) exclaimed, appearing as if from nowhere. 

Then Praveen looked at them and said, “This old fogey Arun needs some shock treatment. Hurry up. Let’s surprise him at the jetty. I’ll take out the car.”

Arun got off the boat and walked up the steps of the jetty.

Suddenly, he unexpectedly saw Sadhana.

His heart thumped giddily with the glee of a man who anxiously yearns for his beloved and suddenly finds her a thousand times more beautiful than he imagined.

He could not control the rising force of the latent bottled up love within; neither could she. 

Oblivious of the surroundings, they ran towards each other and embraced tightly.

Warm and secure in his arms, Sadhana, once again, felt tender, cherished and loved. 

After an age when her heart had been frozen, she was going to begin her life anew.

Shadows lengthened, it started getting dark, Sadhana and Arun looked at the horizon and watched the glorious spectacle of sunset. 

They watched the fantastic metamorphosis at sunset, the orange sun being gobbled up the calm blue sea, crimson petals dancing in the sky, twilight enveloping – romance was in the air.

Arun and Sadhana held each other tightly, looked at the distant horizon, and thought of the happy life of togetherness that lay ahead.

VIKRAM KARVE
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